It will always begin here.

I watch your breath come back,
mist riding the moonlight,
a beautiful cry swallowed
into the deep dark night watching
you slowly return to yourself.

The small flash in your eyes,
of everything between us
and how such a small flare seems
too tiny and inscrutable but
is too bright for anyone
but us to touch and hold.

I watch your breath come back,
your heat still enveloping me,
orbs locked and always searching,
in any other eyes this would
only begin to just ebb away.

I could see infinity there,
the violence of collapsed stars
forever making and unmaking light,
the sheen of winter frost before dawn
where everything is clean and motionless
in its dark yet serene hues over our forms,
it's the stillness of us slowly retuning beyond

A current flowing between all we do,
a phantom caress threaded through
nerves firing bliss deep within,
I know that you can still
feel me moving through you.

Where our skins were boundaries
that have long since been trespassed
and perhaps that deep dark night brought us
too close for either of us to know 
how to touch and hold on after. 

But the small flash in your eyes
says otherwise as our bodies cling,
only the initial heat slowly flees,
true warmth never quite ebbs away.

I could feel infinity there,
a violence of space and time contracting
forever making and unmaking love
where everything is motionless in glows,
the hues flickering between us.

It will always begin here at the end.

It will always begin with you
slowly returning to yourself.